Militant by John Short If he surrendered nowhow would he fill the void?Never the kind to retireround glittering pools,world injustice keeps himpermanently afloat. I chanced upon him yesterdaywith a megaphone.He’s looking older buthis comrades stay the same age,they carry banners a whilebut eventually lose zeal. I asked after his wife, who fledfrom a country whosedissident voices were crushedby fuming violence:rage at refusal to be silent. I wonder how it feelsto know all the dark statisticsand parade themthrough a sea of apathydown the parasitic high streetrefusing to give up -still hoping to change the world.
